Tuesday, August 25, 2015





I will never be a priority
For anyone besides myself. 
I will never accomplish anything that
I have not set a goal for. 
I am lonely in my soul. 
I'm crying out to fill this hole. 
I'm failing. 
Failing. Failing. Failing. 
The air in this place
That I should call my home
Is tainted in silence
Exposing us all. 
There is no going back
It's all push and pull. 
Those I hold dear
They're all that I have. 
The one who should count most
Blasts at them and it's sad. 
I'm torn between two beautiful souls
And trying to figure out how I'll be able to grow. 
My testament is this
I can't seem to carry
The weight the world gives me
It's just getting too heavy. 
If I stumble and fall
Ignore my call. 
I'm used to it. 
I'm failing and lonely
I don't know who can see
There are aspects that are broken
Irreparable damage in me. 

1 comment:

  1. Broken crayons still color. Pruned trees still grow. In a dark twilight torn asunder, the sun shines bright for those who wait.

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